Guest poem submitted by C. Surendranath :
( Poem #295) Unititled Quietly sitting,
not doing anything,
and the grass still grows.
-- Anonymous |
From the Tao.
This is a superbly efficient 9 syllables worth of poetry. It sums up the idea
behind the point of all meditation. This kind of writing is quite often
(mis)interpreted as Khayyam-esque hedonism. It is far from that. It gives one
the feeling of being away from the push-and-shove life that we lead. It talks of
the futility of trying to push the processes of Life.
Suren.
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